This dream was all over the place, and I was in constant fear. I remember living in this old cute house, in a nice old neighborhood. It was real late at night and I was with my friend aneela. We looked outside and saw no one out in the street, so we decided to go for a walk. It was a chilly, errie night. There was this huge mossy in front of a house we walked by. We turned around to see the house and there was no one, and the huge tree swayed in the wind. We kept walking, all happy, then I turned around again, and there were two people. Two old men sitting on rocking chairs infront of the house, staring at us, smoking cigars. Aneela and me freaked out and ran back to the house. Later on I see a van pull up infront of the house, and see a man in a wheel chair and a group of men get off the van. The man on the wheel chair seemed frantic, they headed up to the house, some guys walked to the back, some knocked at my front door. The guy in the wheel chair was saying something, I can't remember but then I heard a gun shot. I was terrified. They shot thru my front door and got in my house. I hid behind this curtain. I heard more gunshots. Then they left. I dont know where Aneela went, she wasnt in the dream anymore. I remember staring at a realllllllly dirty shower full of mildew and hair shavings everywhere. I was disgusted, I had to shower there, but used a toothbrush to clean the shower. I remember a clear plastic shower curtain, green tiles. THE END